How I Became My Ex's Serf.

She pretended to inspect the room's suitability for her recently dumped ex-husband as she strutted around it. She said, in a patronizing manner I knew she was capable of, "How cozy." This is all I could afford, I said after you and those pricy solicitors finished their conversation with me. She kept strutting around. Good Sex Movies

I had pointed out a chair that was free for her, but that wasn't how she operated. She needed to leave her mark and claim control of the circumstances. She always enjoyed these conflicts of will, and that one was no exception. Unannounced competition with unspecified guidelines the first person to sit would not only be physically disadvantaged but would also be lower than the second.

 I made the decision not to participate in her silly game and sat down in my chair. I realized I had erred right away. Her tight jodhpurs were covered by black thigh boots with at least 4-inch heels. She was an a**hole. She displayed bitchiness. She wore sexist attire. She was a gorgeous bitch, though. I tried to retake the high ground orally in order to regain some semblance of credibility and my damaged pride.

Why did you act that way? I queried. Such a provocative question, in my opinion, would catch her off guard. What, she asked in response. She had responded as I had anticipated she would. I had regained some mental control. "Bleed my bank account dry. After all, neither you nor that affluent bastard lack anything, and you were the ones who left me.

I didn't intentionally harm you. I still loved you. I still do love you, "I mumbled." "That was it. Why was that necessary to say? Why did I have to say it when we both knew it? As far as our game was concerned, it was game, set, and match. She turned to face me and grinned triumphantly, but she didn't understand what I had said.

She simply provided an honest and direct response to my query. "Because, darling, I'm a bitch and he's a bastard." We are what we are, period." She made the statement in a matter-of-fact manner, dispelling any pretense that she was anything other than who she was. "We enjoy doing it, my love. We enjoy dismantling goody-two-shoes. It's just how we are. "You wouldn't want to rob me of my enjoyment, would you, sweetheart? " Her question was undoubtedly rhetorical, and I had no desire to continue down that path. It's time to proceed.

What has brought you here today, then? So come to boast and flaunt yourself, then, so I can see what I'm missing. It is what? " She scolded me and said, "Oh darling." You are so familiar with me. She chuckled, "Your quaint place, but how far you have fallen." She confirmed it while still giggling. "... and you've already admitted to loving me still." What more can be said? " Just one more rhetorical query.

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